From: fannicm@wkuvx1.bitnet Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [L] HELP: Immediate Binding Needed! Message-ID: <1992Nov4.172305.3711@wkuvx1.bitnet> Date: 4 Nov 92 17:23:05 CST References: <92309.102414ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu> In article <92309.102414ASG102@psuvm.psu.edu>, The Dreamer writes: >> Luthor returned to the real world with a really BIG problem. A blue >> claw was sticking out of his cloak and working the opening wider. Whoever >> this Ands-ra was, Luthor had underestimated him. Something had to be done >> quickly... > > Luthor took off the cloak and stuffed it into the small chest at the > base of his bed. He attached the lock and once it was secure, he picked > up the chest and dashed out the door. > With a crash, he landed in the main bar room (he had jumped down the last > ten steps. Already he could feel the weight of the box increasing as the > creature emerged into the real world. He set the box down on the floor and > called out to the crowd of the inn: > > "Does anyone know a spell of containment? A creature is emerging into > this plane through my cloak and I fear that he is rather angry at me." [ ADMIN: OK Dreamer, I'll do it...geez :-) ] Moria was deep in conversation with Amachiak and Indigo when the golden skinned half-elf started practicing his flying routine. She hardly spared him a glance until his yell for assistance. ##EVERYONE STAND AWAY!!!## came the mental command. She wasted no time leaping up from her seat and forcing her way through the crowd, none too gently knocking gawkers to the floor if they stood in her way. As soon as she had a clear line of sight to the chest she threw a rune structure that visibly wrapped itself around the chest like a net. She ran to within a few feet of the chest and pulled out the two daggers that she used to strengthen the runes containing Blade in the Spitting Cobra. Then the chest exploded. The rune mesh held the material of the explosion, but it was not designed to hold the terrible concussive force released by the blast. The resulting effect was that Littlefair's fine Inn was trashed for about twenty feet around and all of the customers had to spend a few precious seconds picking themselves up off the floor before they could witness the struggle between the creature from Luthor's cloak and the yound drow mystic. A thin hazy sheen separated the rest of the Inn from the small circle where this magical struggle was occuring. The common people of the Inn witnessed a struggle between mages unparalled fighting with no holds barred. They witnessed sights that sickened them, cowed them, and eventually instilled a respect for powers that they had only seen in their dreams. The mages of the Inn could not bear to view the arena with their mage-sight. The combat was being fought on a level of power that blinded all but the most powerful of the wizards in the Inn. Moria's powers concentrated on conjuration, alteration, and defense. Nothing known could pierce her most powerful shields, but this demon was doing very well in his attempts. Over and over she erected cages around this demon that slowed it while it ripped through the cage with brute force alone. While it was slowed, over and over Moria would alter something on this demon that forced it to stop and rebuild itself, during which time she would erect yet another, stronger cage. But these actions served only to slow the beast, it moved relentlessly forward, until it was with arms reach of her, and she did not seem to notice until his clawed hand swung around and slammed into her personal barriers, knocking her to her knees. After this fight, he was not feeling very charitable, and wanted to feel the bones of her body crunch to power underneath his powerful hands. His eyes blazed as he moved over to her and lifted his arms in preparation of destroying her shields. In a move that was as hoped for as it was unlikely, Moria leapt up from her knees, her dark blue eyes practically glowing with contained anger and power. The two long daggers, which never left her hands, slid into the demon's body as easily as a man moves through the air. "NEVER UNDERESTIMATE YOUR ENEMY, DEMON-SPAWN!" Visciously she twisted the daggers to the side pushed the demon away from her. Blue and red lightning played around the hilts of the daggers, spreading over its body with breathtaking speed. With a final resounding scream the demon vanished, a pile of ash with two unharmed long daggers lying nearby all that remained. The hazy shield keeping those in the Inn from harm slowly dissapated and Moria fell to her knees in fatigue. Her small voice could be plainly heard over the dead silence of the Inn, "Owww." And she passed out. ----- Master Hawk Leader of the Night Parade "And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall once more lay his hand upon the world of man." -from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon.